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Now, don’t let this be any sort of guide for some of you brave (*cough*insane*cough*) folks out there packing for the London games this summer. I’ve thrown in a jar of Indian Summer, a sachet of Third-degree Sunburn, a swig of Pimm’s (along with a slice of cucumber and half a strawberry) and a few desert-lizard tongues into the Photoshop cauldron while cackling like a mad hag. This mad hag also happens to have bartered a few crucial marbles in exchange for a tub of SKII Cellumination at duty free and then lost an additional few during one Q&A session with life (or rain-pregnant sky) on the topic of WHY THE FREAKING FREAK IS IT 15 DEGREES IN JULY. So no, don’t be fooled by the styling choices in this post (or lack thereof), the nonchalant summer-smiles and that bottle of perspiring Rekordelig. Thankfully our 3m windows heat up the flat to OK-degrees but it might as well be snowing outside. Good luck to you athletes.

Elena studded sandals courtesy of Kurt Geiger, for it truly takes a superhero to be flying out – platformed/studded feet-first – to kick